A rodent's take on a fairytale gone wrong. |
The Emperor's New Cheese Life is but a concrete maze Like rats we scurry for the cheese Racing through the labyrinth Everything we want we seize Seize and grasp with all our might With desperation born of seeds Seeds when watered spring desires Desires out of synch with needs So in riches, gold and glam we trust Not noting what the soul desires March round as gorgeous vacant husks Housing cold, dead dormant fires But somewhere deep down embers burn Or else we could not feel this way A key inside has got to turn To burn the cobwebs, hold some sway Inside us hides a little mouse Screwed up, bolted down its hole Scared shitless, panicked looking out As the chaos of the maze unfolds With cheese we’re after lining traps Lining traps that hold us fast Baiting snares like loaded craps On sinking ships we’re climbing masts Yet somewhere, some place, deep inside We realise it’s all a game That life intrudes, destroys the ride Playgrounds, war zones. Sublime, insane And still the mouse inside us roars Defiant in it’s squeaky haze At nonexistent fabric, torn In the substance of the concrete maze |